Show and Mattel (485 hits)
Category: NoneRating: 1.25 on 9 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by Lutes <absolutes18.at.hotmail.com> (View user info) at 2005-02-23 14:19:06 EST
I do not mean to brag, but Amanda and I have been best friends since her fifth birthday. I can still remember standing fully erect that day, feeling frightened by the cramped darkness as I listened to nonsensical, muffled voices. My limbs were stiff with confinement, until suddenly the darkness was stripped away, piece by piece. An unfamiliar, freckled face peered at me eagerly. The little girl's hands excitedly freed from my shiny, plastic prison, and cradled me to her chest. It was instantaneous love for both of us, and we were inseparable from that moment on.
She soon refused to sleep without me, and I was thrilled to be granted such a privilege. The other toys warned me I would eventually be replaced by newer, better toy, but I did not believe them. We spent every minute possible together, and for a long time Amanda even brought me to school with her. I was frightened by the mass of children, but Amanda protected me and included me in every activity. They were all so similar to my Amanda, laughing and singing and playing games, but no one could ever be her.
I have no real sense of time, as I do not age, but it feels like it has been forever since I have last felt Amanda's gentle hands brushing my silky, golden tresses. Amanda plays with me less and less now, and my luxurious Dream House feels cold and empty compared to her bed. The other toys ridicule me, but I know they are jealous of our special bond. I am not angry; Amanda must be extremely busy, and I am certain that she misses me just as much as I miss her. Besides, anger does not suit a young lady's expression, so I sit here patiently instead, smiling in anticipation for her return.
I am rewarded, several sunrises later, when at last the lid is opened and Amanda's face appears, like a dream. She looks slightly different than last time I saw her, but I know instantly that is her, my best friend and playmate. There is something strange about her manner, as if she is afraid to be seen picking me up, but I am too overjoyed by her company to pay much attention. I wonder what games we will play today. Will I be a rock star or a doctor? Will I wear casual jeans to go over to Skipper's trailer or will I put on a fancy dress to visit Ken? The possibilities are endless, and I am happy to do whatever Amanda desires.
Amanda takes me outside, and the sunshine warms my dusted limbs. We sit down on the fresh earth and begin our new adventure where I am a girl, unsure of my place in the world. I feel sad performing this role, but Amanda insists that I am sad because I do not have any friends to play with. Our game is interrupted, however, by the sound of mean laughter. Three girls are standing in front of us, staring and pointing at me. They tell Amanda that she is too old for dolls, and I feel her grip tighten around my waist. I am not worried though, because surely Amanda will stick up for me.
My playmate's eyes fill with embarrassed tears and she throws me to the ground, running away from the girls. I do not understand why Amanda seems ashamed of me when I have been perfectly designed: I am beautiful, I own a car, and I have a boyfriend and many different best friends. I can also play every sport and do any activity imaginable, complete with cute outfits. I am certain there has been a misunderstanding, because Amanda would never leave me outside alone.
Many more sunrises later, unfamiliar hands pick me up and take me to a new place where loud noises often interrupt my sleep. My favourite dress is tattered, my hair is stringy, my face is filthy, and my bare legs have been ruthlessly chewed upon. Despite this, I still smile cheerfully. There is no need to worry or frown because Amanda once swore she would love me and play with me forever. These words are implanted in my memory, and helped keep me happy during the nights I slept alone, lying forgotten in the closet. I am positive that Amanda must have wanted the man to bring me here to wait for her, and so I shall wait.
It is raining now, and the hard drops are washing away the remnants of my carefully applied makeup. I do not understand what the sign reading "City Dump" means, or why everyone around me looks so forlorn, but I will never give up hope. I know in my heart that Amanda will come back for me. After all, best friends never break promises.
User Reviews
Submitted by Tigre (user info) at 2005-02-23 19:43:48 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Wow... ... ...wow...
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2005-02-23 19:37:35 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
I'm giving you a +1 for the clever title.
If I actually read this, you may have gotten a -2 so go out tonight and celebrate!
Submitted by MandaPanda (user info) at 2005-02-23 19:24:10 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
My Mom still has all the dolls and toys that any of her children have ever touched.
After seeing that movie with Rugby the tiger and that mouse and I'm not making any sense, am I?
Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2005-02-23 19:14:41 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
...
Submitted by c1ndy (user info) at 2005-02-23 14:33:05 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
No Comment
Submitted by precision (user info) at 2005-02-23 14:31:02 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Sad...very sad. Good perspective though
Submitted by Faithless_Whisper (user info) at 2005-02-23 14:26:13 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Very sad....Almost like the Velveteen Rabbit.
Submitted by Sassmasterr (user info) at 2005-02-23 14:21:07 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
did you put that barbie too far up your ass? shame you broke the foot off like that.
Submitted by absolutes (user info) at 2005-02-23 14:19:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
ahh shit .bmp on accident